worshipping his cock, feeling excitement fill my body as i kneel in service to someone far greater than me.
seeing it approach my face, salivating at the thought of it in me.
taking it into my throat, filling my mouth completely, doing all i can to make him feel good.
sit next to your dom while they are on the phone and grab their free hand and put their fingers in your mouth...
not only does it benefit you (yay fingers in my mouth!!), it also gets them to feel a certain way and you likely are to have something else in your mouth very soon!
oh to be doing nothing in particular then feel a resounding THWACK ring from my butt to my whole body, only to turn around and see my Dominant with a big stupid grin on their face............
i love trusting soneone so much that i am willing to put my mind in their hands.
its when i feel safe and its what centers me as a person.
that exchange of trust is not to be taken lightly and only those who deserve it are granted overwhelming power over me.
i feel as if a collar is a ritual, like it is the final nail in the coffin of being owned by someone. if i am to be collared, it is akin to a permanant bond, an eternal reminder of who i belong to. a collar is comfort incarnate, a reminder of how loved i truly am.
why is it so hard to get someone to let me devote my whole life to serving them like all i wanna do is beg for your attention and cook for you and serve you and do whatever you asked me to and